Chapter 33

As my superbike gracefully glided along the city road, it effortlessly overtook the fast-moving cars one by one, skillfully weaving through traffic at high speed, its engine producing a melodious purr. With the wind tousling our hair, I keenly sensed the presence of the lovely girl clinging to my back as we ventured into the slum area. Upon reaching the expansive parking lot of the orphanage, I smoothly brought the bike to a halt, the engine's rhythm gradually fading into a quiet purr.

“What are we doing here?” the girl inquired, her voice laced with a blend of curiosity and uncertainty as she dismounted from the bike.

“Just follow me,” I responded, noting the subtle changes that had taken place at the orphanage. New items, small but significant, hinting at subtle improvements.

An old woman, clad in religious attire, emerged to greet us. Her eyes, warm and wise, met mine as she quickly shook my hand. “Last time we haven’t properly said thanks to you. Please, have time; we will sing yo
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